POV Fenrir Dinesti
caught the scent of the first one. They reeked of moss and stone, a clear mark of the pack they belonged to
I waited silently behind a tree, watching as they advanced further into my territory. Rage coursed through me, emanating so powerfully that I could barely contain it. They had dared to invade my domain, a blatant display of disrespect. And all of this was because of Savannah.
I hadn’t formed an opinion about her yet, I couldn’t comprehend how I had lost control. It had never happened before–not once in my three hundred and thirty–eight years.
The first wolf came into view. I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. He was an alpha.
In one swift motion, I extended my claws, slashing his throat. I felt the impact as his skin tore apart, hot blood spraying onto me, staining my clothes and splattering across my face.
He looked at me with wide, dark eyes, filled with fear.
I growled, haring my fangs
He hadn’t expected the attack. They should have been able to smell my pack, but they had no idea what awaited them. They were here because of Savannah -blindly, without studying the territory–and they would leave in pieces.
Another wolf growled to my right and lunged at me. I dodged effortlessly, grabbing his head and sinking my teeth into the vein of his neck. I tore away a generous piece of flesh before snapping the bones of his spine.
Spitting blood onto the ground, I flung his body aside.
If they knew how furious I was about the attack, they would have fled far, far away,
fear, panic, and sorrow. I
I could feel everything the the–wolf felt–every one of her emotions. It intensified when we were near each other. I’d seen
d seen her fe despised this connection, hated feeling what she felt.
Another woll crossed my path.
I grabbed him by the neck, sinking my claws into his flesh. Holding one of his shoulders, I yanked his head in the opposite direction. I watched as skin tore, muscles stretched, and joints snapped, spraying blood everywhere–on his body, on me, and onto the dry leaves carpeting the ground.
Then, with a sickening crack, the bones broke, and his head was no longer attached to his body. I hurled it against a tree trunk and growled.
Their blood coated my clothes, hair, and skin. And it brought me a strange satisfaction. The pungent scent of death filled the air, dominating my senses.
Footsteps sounded to my right. I turned sharply, ready to kill another.
Andrei appeared. His dark skin was streaked with dirt and blood. He raised a thick brow
And you said you weren’t angry,” he teased, brushing leaves off the rolled–up sleeves of his dark shirt.
I tilted my head, cracking my neck to ease the tension in my shoulders.
I don’t like anyone invading my territory.
And the girl? Anton asked, stepping out from n the shadow
w of a tree. The moonlight hathed him, revealing a pale face smeared with
grime.
“She’s locked in my house, I replied, running a hand through my hair. “How many were there?
Light. Not unting the one who fled when the slaughter began
I clenched my teeth, feeling my gums ache as my fangs extended,
1 hope next time their alpha comes personally, I’ll a gladly tear out his heart a
Anton raised a blond brow.
Is all this because of Savannah?
and shove it down his throat.
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This is because he invaded my territory, and I won’t tolerate that insult.”
1 stepped out of the blood pool at my feet, leaves sticking to my skin. I scanned the area, surveying the wolf corpses
Bury them. Anywhere. I don’t care where, just get them out of my sight, I snapped, resisting the urge to dismember them further.
Invading an alpha’s territory without permission was a grave offense. It meant they had no fear or respect for the leader. My pride was wounded, and my patience at its breaking point.
Dignity? Andrei asked.
In our pack, we burned the bodies of the dead after a proper farewell. It was a way to honor them and grant them passage to the Vale of the Dead. At least, that’s what we believed–along with a few other packs. But not all followed this tradition.
“None.” I replied,
They wouldn’t reach the Vale. Their existence had just been erased–no afterlife, no second chances.
“What’s next? Anton asked.
I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply.
I have to notify the elders and other alphas about my current situation. The meeting is in two days, as you know.
And after that?”
I shook my head, lacking an answer.
Then things stay as they are. I can’t get rid of Savannah,
I just don’t understand how this happened,‘ he muttered.
I let out a bitter laugh.
Neither do L.
Andrei moved toward a headless body, grabbing it by one leg and dragging it through the forest.
Sitting here, pondering unanswerable questions, won’t help. Let’s bury these bastards and get some rest,” e said, heading toward the severed head near the tree trunk.
Anton nodded in agreement and walked off in another direction to collect another body.
I turned on my
Savannah.
heels, ready to assist them, when I felt something stir in my chest. I needed less than a second to recognize what it was.
The heat spread, growing stronger with every passing moment. I lifted my face, sniffing the air and ignoring the stench of blood.
Dew and wild jasmine.
1 pinched the bridge of my nose, letting out a low growl.
What’s wrong? Anton asked
I shook my head.
1 need to handle something, I said, striding away.
Somehow, I knew exactly where she was–her direction, her distance. She wasn’t emitting anything, as if trying to keep her emotions in check.
Smart little wolf..
My feet crushed the fallen leaves as I moved toward her. I quickened my pace when I felt her slipping farther away, running from me.
A grin spread across my lips.
I inhaled deeply, savoring her scent, and turned right, beginning to run. Savannah could feel my presence; she knew I was coming. She could no longer hide her emotions–the taste of her panic prickled on my tongue,
She was engaged. Engaged to a damn psychopath who hunted her. And that was just one of the countless problems. I now had to face. If that bastard laid a hand on her and killed her, I would die too.
I’d heard of the Eastern packs. Antiquated, backward, their alphas were utter bastards, I didn’t do business with them, but lax did, selling them heat suppressants, despite having killed some of their men–including ripping off the head of one delivery handler who tried to rob him.
The alpha had maintained dealings with their pack out of pity for the females, who would suffer without the suppressant, granting them one final chance.”
